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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

CORRUPT CALIFORNIA JUDGES










West Hollywood...friendship! Shallow people need not apply...



The ultimate recluse rich enough to pull it off!



Hughes idle hours spent designing bra with proper lift and thrust!



One of the things that annoys me most are people who are shallow and insincere.

And, inconsistency takes the cake.

I have resided in the West Hollywood area for over twenty years - and during that time - have come to recognize that the tiny incorporated city is pretty much a transient place.

This is partly due to the nature of the entertainment-industry beast!

For example, Hollywood wannabees - actors, singers, dancers - take the long trek out to Tinsel Town to pursue their dream of stardom and fame.

Subsequently, they often settle in neighborhoods central to the hub of the biz, such as WeHo.

Then, for the next year or so, the old-timers spot them around town as they try to settle in and acclimatize themselves to the West Coast scene

One day, a larger percentage of the disillusioned will either jump off a cliff  in frustration when their dreams don't pan out, skulk back to Oklahoma a dismal failure (a cliche, I know), or move lock-stock-and-barrel  to Silver Lake never to be seen hide-nor-tail-of again.

Over the years, folks like me, stayed and established roots.

Likewise, during that time frame, I also began to acknowledge others who did the same.

Indeed!

When a familiar face crosses your path a few times a week (at the grocery store, the pharmacy, while strolling along the street) you're inclined to smile, nod politely, or even utter hello.

Once I personally acknowledge someone, or strike up a bond of-sorts, I am in for the long haul.

When it comes to friendship - in particular - I can be depended on.

Here's what a few notables have said about friendship:

"Life is partly what we make it, and partly what is made by the friends whom we choose."
Tehyi Hsieh

"A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Books, like friends, should be few and well chosen."
Samuel Paterson

"A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails."
Anonymous author

So, with that foremost in mind,please note for the record that  those who consider striking up an acquaintance with me should be aware of one thing.

I expect loyalty and "consistency" in my associations with people (on whatever level).

Cross me (or stab me in the back) and you're banished!

After all, I'm not a masochist.

I'd rather have a circle of tight-knit friends consisting of three or four buddies I feel comfortable with (and can depend on) than a posse of phony (superficial) pals who are wish-washy and not one ounce of loyalty in their fickle bones.

I don't kknow if it is the uncertainty of the times - or simply due to a lack of manners (and an inability to connect and effectively communicate) - but I have found that in WeHo (and in Los Angeles in general) that  folks have a problem being sincere, following through, and committing in respect to relationships.

For instance, on occasion I have been walking down the street or glancing over a newspaper in a cafe - when a local resident (who I have crossed paths with dozens of times for months on end) - suddenly breaks into a smile and gives me a nod.

No, I don't perceive that as a signal to saunter over to their table, and pursue a hot affair in-between-the- sheets.

I like to think that a connection (acknowledgement) has been made - though - which may (or may not) pan out into a meaningful friendship.

So, I tend to take a mental note.

Next time, I will make a point of acknowledging that individual, also.

After all, isn't that how bonds develop with neighbours and strangers?

One guy I started saying hi to over the past year proved to be such a flake!

One minute he would wave hi - the next - ignore me.

Sorry, dude, I require consistency in my interactions with people.

Once there is a snub (is that what it is, or is the person just too stupid to recall the people he or she has been acknowledging for weeks on end?) I drop them like a hot potato.

And, I run away from immature a**holes who play games, like they have the plague.

I've got better things to do than try to fathom out the intent of a gaggle of losers who don't have a clue about friendship (or life in general) from the get-go (though it is usually staring them nakedly in the face).

To be honest with you - as far as I am concerned - the eyes are the windows of the soul.

In the final analysis, I'm not inclined to let just any jerk-off stare into mine, for heaven's sake.

I'll save (and cherish) that special moment for a deserving like-minded-soul similar in spirit to moi!

So, kiss off  'ya Hollywood phonies, I want nothing to do with low-life slugs like you.

And, that goes for  ambitious social climbers who toil away on take-out counters and cash registers at - CVS, Starbucks, Rite-Aid, Pavillions - wherever!

Just ring up the items, bag 'em, and fork over my change (without any goo-goo eyes) please.

No wonder Brando, James Dean, and Howard Hughes were recluses.

In fact - even Greta Garbo's lament - makes sense to me now.

"I want to be left alone!"

Amen!

Greta Garbo avoided trappings of fame!


Brando intensely private & retiring off-screen!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Cop Out...just that! Willis turkey dry & in need of stuffing...







Not surprisingly, COP OUT - the spanking new Bruce Willis buddy flick - succeeded in packing 'em in over the weekend.

Fans obviously pining for a blockbuster action/adventure  to satiate their macho hunger for long drawn-out chase scenes, smash-ups, and a posse of nasty dudes to sneer at) were at the head of a line that snagged around the country at theatres near you.

But, upon closer scrutiny, a survey reflected that the ticket-holders this past weekend tended to be younger males bordering on a certain age range indicative of a genre that tends to appeal to virile ass-kicking middle-American male attitudes.

COP OUT is aptly titled - because it is just that - a cop out.

Well, for Bruce Willis, at least.

Here, he wisecracks, and - though long in the tooth (God he's turned into such a wrinkly old white dude) - manages to hop fences without breaking his neck, engage in fisticuffs with the best of 'em, and come up smelling roses instead of pushing up daisies.

Producers have chosen an old familiar formula this time around for the former Moonlighting star.

In fact, the script is so stale that it ends up being as crusty as Willis, who plays a rogue copy with a tendency to ignore the book (ho hum).

An African-American sidekick has been teamed alongside Willis's character, in a bold-faced effort to provide a dollop of comic relief when the script runs thin (which is quite often).

The pairing is somewhat reminiscent of a popular one in the Die Hard flicks (does a rolly-polly cop with a hunger for junk food ring any bells?).

The schtick worked then, so why not?

A few years ago, I worked on Die Hard II  (if you look closely you'll spy me on the airplane that was later downed by the terrorists), so I have had the opportunity to catch Willis' approach to filmmaking up-close and personal.

The former megastar was pretty professional for the most part, though his stray eye was inclined to cause tongues to wag, when he tried to put the make on bit players and extras on the set.

Of course, those were pre-Demi (Moore) days.

Today, the aging Lothario has less hair - is hauling a few jello-bound pounds - and relies on his charm and sophistication (and a sly wink to the audience) to get through.

On this project, Willis obviously laughed all the way to the bank, 'cause the film has no artistic merit what-so-ever.

In a nutshell, it's a yawning big-budget studio disaster with tasty icing on top, guaranteed to get a lick or two in lowbrow markets around the heartland.

Nostalgic film buffs who pine for Willis' glory days may spring for a ticket if their dance card is full that weekend, too.

Once the initial opening night fever wears off, "Cop Out" will be relegated to the back burner where Willis will stew.

In the final analysis, if the lazy star doesn't stop resting on his laurels soon, he'll end up an industry joke in league with Sly, Arnold, and - God forbid - Stephen Siegel.

And, you thought Charlie Sheen had it bad!


A bagel...is a bagel is a bagel. To paraphrase Gertrude Stein...






Spike it with a bit of Philadelphia cream cheese!



Today, I strolled into Starbucks for a hot cup of Earl Grey tea and a toasted bagel, when I noticed something curious.

There was no ubiquitous opening in the center of the fresh breakfast snack.

During the baking process, I expect that the dough got a little too swollen - and thus - sealed the center up tight.

That caused me to wonder.

Is a bagel still a bagel if it has no hole?

Inquiring minds want to know!



Beyond the Veil...






Beyond the veil of this mortal coil
the joyous mysteries of eternity unfold

Though Life doth wither
at Death's door

The soul take flight
on gossamer wing
&
soars!


Julian Ayrs
Touched by God
Collection of Poems

Paula Abdul...the X-Factor! Turns down 1 cool million...






How about a Latino Drag Show?




The scuttlebutt streaking like lightning around the newswires today is that Paula Abdul has dug in her heels and lamented pouty-lipped:

No way, Jose!

Abdul announced that she will not be showing up for judging duties on - So You Think You can Dance? - when the popular Fox entertainment show strikes up the band next season (in spite of a carrot or two dangled up front from Fox Execs strings-free).

Fox has allegedly offered Paula a cool million in cash to have first dibs on her boob tube persona to stave off the alleged (?) competition waiting in the wings (but even that tempting offer has been turned down by the dizzy hostess with the mostest with nary a fleeting doubter).

Insiders whisper that Paula has her keen eye on teaming up with Simon Cowell when he revs up with his spanking new show X-Factor at Fox next year.

Something tells me, though, that Paula does not have enough "X" quotient to factor in!

News at 11.



A Serious Man...dark comedy enlightening! Coen Brothers score big-time again...





Coen Brothes serious dudes!



Because of scheduling problems, I missed a couple of screenings of  "A Serious Man" (the latest dark comedy conjured up by the ever-ambitious  Coen Brothers).

Fortunately, the Regency booked the much-hailed film into the theatre recently, and I was able to catch it for a discounted price of $7.50 (so there was moolah left over for a hotdog and soda).

For good reason, the art-house film has not only been garnering rave reviews, but managed to snap up a couple of Oscar nominations to boot.

*Best Feature Film
*Best Original Screenplay

Once the opening credits rolled, and the camera panned in on the opening scenes, I was taken by surprise.

The neighourhood the main characters resided in was remarkably similar to Scarborough (where I was raised as a kid - though female impersonator Craig Russel - might refer to the middle-class suburb as "Scarberia" in view of his unpleasant memories there as a child).

As the story unfolded, I guffawed loudly over another experience the teenage son (Aaron Wolff) was suffering through.

Each day, as he trundled home from school, he was forced to dash by the house of the neighborhood bully to escape a poke or two.

On each scary occasion, the scrawny freckled-faced kid (the kind that bullies love to pick on) just barely made it to his own yard untouched.

Yup!

I was forced to contend with "Norris", who usually punched me in the stomach, as I headed home.

Finally, one day - I got so annoyed - that I struck back in a sort-of knee-jerk reaction.

Imagine that!

Within minutes, he was sporting a shiner, and I became the class hero overnight.

My teacher nick-named me one of "Golden Boys" on the heels of that auspicious occasion.

Unfortunately, the young lad in "A Serious Man" doesn't strike back.

But, later in a prophetic noment near the end of the film, he fathomsthat  the oversized moron will not be around for the long haul if the portents swirling all around are correct.

A sign from Jehovah, perhaps?

For the most part, the story focuses on the father of a Jewish household ( portrayed with minute attention to detail by Tony Award nominee Michael Stuhlbarg).

He's a teacher, with two children, who tries to walk the straight and narrow.

In spite of his good nature and kind-hearted intentions, the sky starts to fall down on his head.

Out-of-blue, for example, his wife (Sari Lennick) informs him she is involved with an old family friend (a real smuck, by the way) and demands a divorce.

Oy, veh!

If that wasn't troubling enough, when the teach marks an Asian student's paper with a deserving low grade, the schemer tries to effect a little wicked blackmail to extort a higher grade.

Dark humor, of the crazed kind that only the Coen brothers are capable of effectively delivering  up, drives along the drama-comedy with side-splitting laughs, moments of profound truth from on high that resonate, and just plain silliness that hits the funny bone just right.

"A Serious Man" is a bit cliche at times, though.

But, would it be possible to tackle the trials and tribulations of a Jewish family, without going there?

A cast of zany off-beat characters - each unique in his or her own way - delight throughout.

Two of my favorite characters are the likeable thirteen-year old (with remarkably good taste in rock bands  such as the Jefferson Airplane) preparing with earnest for his barmitzvah and his older bitchy sister who taunts him endlessly (Jessica McManus).

Yeah, she's a real piece of "Jewish American Princess" work.

A handful of scenes focusing on Dad literally steal the show because of his hang-dog demeanor and the actor's finely honed comedic (dead-pan) skills.

In one hilarious plot twist, at the insistence of his spoiled son, he goes up on the roof to adjust the bunnie ears on the antenna when he spies his married neighbour sunbathing in the buff with all her attributes hanging out.

In a flash, he scurries off to introduce himself, and ends up in like Flynn.

When the bored housewife offers him a toke on a joint, the wicked Coen humor blossoms in all its debauched glory.

At one point the beleaugered Dad is urged by loved ones - the wife who is divorcing him, the lover  who is attempting to kick him out of his own home, and the patronizing principal at his school - to seek some meaningful guidance from the Rabbi.

Now the hilarity kicks into high gear.

The twisted onscreen tale about the "goy and the teeth" will put you in stitches.

In  a way, this film is not unlike a Buddhist Koan, in many respects.

Though to crack, but earth shattering, when the message rings out crystal clear.

The timing of the actors is impeccable, the characterizations are well-developed, and the acting is seamless and believable.

On occasion, "A Serious Man", is a startlingly realistic film designed to take filmgoers by surprise.

When the filmmakers cut to a nightmare incident on a beach, for example, it turns out to be just that!

The skilled Coens had us all going there for a moment - so intense so believable - was the scenario.

Like Fargo (still my favorite) "A Serious Man"  is right up there on the ricter scale still shaking people up.

There are also a handful of thought-provoking ideas and concepts about the almighty (and his intent) that resonate with filmgoers.

In the case of this Oscar contender an old truism applies:

Life is a bitch, and then you die.



 
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